On a childhood memory

On a childhood memory

A Poem by Beccy

The fruit lay heavy on the ground,
the hour was wrapped in idle thought ;
And sweet the taste of scented air,
so sweet and quite beyond compare.

And here we gathered busily
those fruits of balmy summer days,
In happy labour one by one
beneath blue skies and golden sun.

And lunch was a gourmet delight,
with tea from brightly coloured flasks,
warm sandwiches of salmon paste
with not so much a crumb to waste;
Then strawberries, so sweet and red,
A King was ne'er more richly fed.

But soon the day drew swift to close,
as all such days in memory do ;
Though this this small piece of heaven stays -
of childhood and much simpler ways;
Of nature's rich and bounteous yield,
And summer days in strawberry fields.



© 2021 Beccy


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A wonderful poem shared dear Beccy. Last year. I took the grandchildren to where you can pick apples and fresh vegetables. A very fun day. Fresh strawberries. Always a treat. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Day Ago


Interesting how some memories linger on. This one, replete with rich gustatory images, seems especially pleasant. May the good times remain and the bad ones be lessons.

Posted 1 Day Ago


A thought just occurred to me whilst reading this Beccy, and the thought was "that only in this time of lock down and restrictions could you file this wonderful piece under fantasy 😊
So I felt compelled to defend your honour and review, simply to say 'ti's true, for I remember eth days of unmasked faces and we Did used to gather and we did used to gather fruit and do other "outdoorsy" things too! " 😊
I especially like the almost inaudible sigh at the end 😊

Posted 1 Day Ago


In Strawberry fields ... we learned to play...
sip the lemonade by a green garden glade.
The music of Birds and not a word or sigh
when the sky turned grey... we sat under a Willow
and watched pillows of clouds turn into silver linings.
Love adding to your memories. gently, Pat


Posted 1 Day Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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I'm forty three, single and have a lovely thirteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and re.. more..

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